The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Some disciples deliberately ran over to peek at the tent from a distance.

"Oh my God, I also want to be a disciple of Bi Lingfeng." The little disciple who peeked at Tang Yixin last time said with envy in his eyes.

"Hey, haven't you seen what the disciples of Biling Peak look like? Look at yourself again."

"Don't hit me...I'm just telling the truth." The two walked away playfully.

The camp was becoming lively, the campfire was crackling, and everyone was preparing dinner.

"Master, I know how to grill fish. Let me do it." Sheng Qingye's eyes flashed with a glimmer of wanting to show off his skills.

"I'm not hungry." Jin Xiaoxiao said lightly from the side.

Tang Yixien also breathed a sigh of relief.

"What do you mean by that?" Sheng Qingye frowned as he looked at Jin Xiaoxiao.

"Please savor it carefully." Jin Xiaoxiao looked away and ignored Sheng Qingye.

"What? Is your knee okay? How about letting me take a look?"

"It's none of your business." Jin Xiaoxiao's calm eyes raised slightly when the matter was mentioned again.

Tang Yixin originally wanted to ask about the knee, but he found that Jin Xiaoxiao was unwilling to mention it, so he wanted to wait until he had time to ask him alone.

"I brought some cakes, very fragrant osmanthus cakes." Tang Yixien said softly and clearly at the right time.

Tang Yixin's food attack was effective, and the three disciples quieted down.

The setting sun dyed the sky red. In a golden halo, the four people sat outside the tent and began to eat pastries.

Although monks can practice fasting, they will still get hungry after such a long journey.

If you can avoid it, don't do it.

At this time, the aroma of barbecue and the sound of sizzling barbecue wafted from the disciples' camp nearby.

The osmanthus cake in Sheng Qingye's mouth suddenly didn't taste as sweet anymore.

Xuan Yuran swallowed silently, but he could bear it.

Jin Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes and pretended not to smell it.

When Tang Yixien saw the appearance of the three people at this moment, the corners of his lips raised slightly.

He took out a bag of oval-shaped soil lumps from his spirit storage bag, the outside of which was still charred black.

He originally thought of taking it out after arriving at Lingyu Mountain, but when he saw the looks of his disciples, he couldn't bear it.

Just when the three were confused, Tang Yixien shattered the clod of earth with a palm.

The aroma of chicken immediately wafted out. Inside the clod of earth was a greasy roasted chicken wrapped in a lotus leaf. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the aroma of roasted chicken was everywhere.

Tang Yixien placed the roast chicken on a stone in the middle.

"Master, did you roast this chicken?" Jin Xiaoxiao remembered the terrible "cake" that day.

"It wasn't baked by Master. Before we set out, Master asked Yao Lao to help bake it for him."

Tang Yixien didn't say that it was baked in an alchemy furnace. He looked up the recipe for beggar's chicken from Youyou and taught Yao Lao how to make it.

Yao Lao was full of praise.

When they heard that it wasn't Master who did it, the three disciples seemed to relax.

Tang Yixien narrowed his eyes.

After they finished the fragrant roast chicken and had some snacks, it was getting dark.

The other disciples went into the tent to rest one after another.

The sounds of talking and playing gradually faded away.

"Okay, it's late, let's go to bed."

After Tang Yixian finished speaking in a calm tone, he stood up first, turned around and walked into the tent. Then, a small dim light appeared in the corner of the tent.

sleep? !

The three people's eyes met for a moment, and then they all lowered their eyes.

The young man’s mind is bold and immature.

Even the innocent little phoenix couldn't help but cough lightly.

Some things seem to be roughly the same.

"Let's go to sleep. Why are you just daydreaming?"

Jin Xiaoxiao's eyes were curved with a glint of light in them. She stood up and walked into the tent.

The other two followed him into the tent.

If the outside of the tent was already shocking, then the inside of the tent was even more shocking.

"Wow." Sheng Qingye said in a very low voice.

Jin Xiaoxiao was also slightly surprised. He had never seen such a tent before.

The layout inside the tent can be said to be very spacious.

All three of them were tall, but they were able to stand upright.

There is a gauze window in the front left opposite, and three mattresses are placed neatly on the ground on the right. The three mattresses are not close to each other, almost an arm's length away.

In the far left corner, Tang Yixin was half leaning on the folded mattress, reading a book by candlelight, quite far away from them.

When he saw his disciples coming in, he put down the book in his hand and said in a low voice,

"Everyone, hurry up and get some rest. Tomorrow we'll officially enter the Spirit Realm Mountain, and there won't be any chance to rest like this."

"Yes, Master." The three responded in a low voice.

Sheng Qingye was the first to sit on the outermost mattress, looking up at Jin Xiaoxiao and Xuan Yuran,

"I sleep outside."

Sheng Qingye could have acted like the eldest senior brother and made arrangements directly, but apart from calling him that verbally, he had never used the title of eldest senior brother to suppress the two of them.

It’s the same now if he just grabs it directly.

Jin Xiaoxiao shook his head slightly. He was used to Sheng Qingye being like this. Then he walked over to the mattress next to Sheng Qingye and sat down.

The order was quite neat, following the order of disciples. Xuan Yuran blinked his eyes, walked to the innermost mattress and sat down.

The tent was very quiet, and the moonlight from outside the window shone in faintly, casting a silver glow.

The three of them were not asleep at this time, each thinking about something.

After all, this was the first time I had a proper rest in a tent.

Sheng Qingye put his arm under his neck, turned sideways with his eyes closed, and occasionally heard the sound of his master turning pages, softly.

He opened his eyes slightly, just enough to see his master. Under the dim candlelight, his master was dressed in snow-white clothes, half-leaning casually on the bedding, with a picturesque look.

Tang Yixin was reading the book about Lingyu Mountain that Youyou gave him.

At this moment, he felt Sheng Qingye's gaze, like a sixth sense.

I knew that wolf cub wouldn't sleep well.

At this time, he had almost finished reading the book. He put down the book in his hand, waved his hand gracefully, and extinguished the candle.

The candlelight was right next to him because he knew Xuan Yuran was afraid of fire.

The candle flame went out like this.

Only faint moonlight remained in the room.

Unable to see his master, Sheng Qingye felt sleepy and slowly fell asleep.

The tent fell into silence, without even the sound of birds singing.

Sheng Qingye has been fighting against demons with his father since he was a child, so he is always very alert when he sleeps.

At this moment, he was sleeping soundly. He dreamed of applying ointment to his master, but the frustrating thing was that even in the dream, he couldn't tear his master's clothes open no matter how hard he tried.

When he was pulling hard in his dream, he suddenly felt a very subtle breath beside him.

The chain in his hand moved, and he suddenly opened his eyes. Under the moonlight, he actually saw the handsome face of his master right in front of him.

"Master... um..."

Just as Sheng Qingye was about to speak, Tang Yixien covered his mouth with his hand.